For today’s blog post theatre director and performer Erica J Brennan
speaks of her debut into writing.
My First Fury – Trains and Inspiration
It was on long consistent train trips that I began my very first foray in to what I would loosely deem writing. I was a far too energetic 17 year old and I didn’t write plays. I didn’t really know then I’d end up the absolutely mad theatre practitioner I am today. Instead I wrote a completely self indulgent, uninhibited love story.
‘The Cupid Project’ was the first thing I really wrote about furiously and with complete devotion. It was a carefully imagined fantasy novel that was written only because I lived 2 hours from my high school and spent at least half of that trip on my own. I have fidgety hands and had to do something. My art and design projects couldn’t be easy constructed from a train seat so I turned to writing. It was mostly hand written with terrible spelling, but I wrote for me and thought I was rather grand. One day after I had been writing for several months a tiny friend of mine (as in very short she is a very important friend despite her height challenged nature) grabbed it out of my hands and fell in love with it. So much so she insisted I write her into it. She also demanded I type it because my spelling really was abominable. Due to her loud advocacy I soon had a small group of hungry school commuters who would greet me every morning searching for the next chapter. I was still quite the sketch artist then and I also had to produce regular drawings of character designs and illustrated scenes from the book too. It was a real delight to give them this bizarre world to enter into. Strangely for me I never finished it for them but I’m quite proud of that quarter finished novel. It represents the first time I remember really being okay with the weirdness that I am.
In 2005 I gave away the only hard copy I had of it to a fellow Blue Mountains train liner who I went to Acting School with at the now defunct Theatre Nepean. It was during a bonding exercise we had to gift people with a personal item. They heard the story attached to it and then they got to keep it forever. My friend thought the story I attached about writing it almost better than the novel but he did enjoyed my 17 year old tapings too. I haven’t even looked at it since then but my tiny friend still bugs me to finish it and quotes its catch phrases from her new Canberra home. Perhaps if the stars align and I once again find myself alone and energetically fidgety on my beloved Blue Mountains train line I will turn once more to the epic love story that crosses oceans and age gaps and finally finish ‘The Cupid Project.’ I’d be surprised if anybody except me and her would want to read it these days but that would be enough.